A Jamaican in My Foxhole
I don't know about you, but if a war broke out I'd want my fellow Jamaican in the foxhole beside me.
I wouldn't want a Trini, Bajan, Guyanese or anyone else from the region.
I'd want a Jamaican.
The reasons might be obvious to all, and need not be stated... but weyadres know how to "chuck badness" and a time of war is a pretty good time to "show dem bwoy who really run tings."
Perhaps the thing we are lacking here at home is for some foolish country to think that it could try to invade us, or bully us or use any kind of violence against us. I have a feeling that it would coalesce our patriotism, our aggression and our street smarts in a way that would change us forever.
After all, it's been awhile since we got rid of the Brits...
Unfortunately, without a real war to bring us together, we are left with the destructive violence of gang warfare, political fighting, religious cass-cass and good old man-woman conflicts. These are the social equivalents of shooting ourselves in the foot -- over and over again.
In other words, we are a people itching for a fight, but .... we can't find a good one to fight.
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